NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 19: Choosing the victim

Allen and Fina strolled through the bustling downtown of the human town, their feet crunching the gravel paths as they passed by colorful market stalls. Fina's tail flicked behind her with every step, her ears twitching as she observed the strange humans around her. She was a cat girl, but the humans didn't seem to care. In fact, they mostly gave her wary looks, like they weren't sure if they were supposed to treat her like a regular person or just an animal in need of a leash.

"Some of these humans look at me like I'm about to pounce on them," Fina said with a sly grin, flicking her tail so it swished dangerously close to Allen's leg.

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"Maybe you should, just to mess with them," Allen replied, glancing sideways at her. "A little 'don't stare at me' intimidation tactic."

Fina's eyes sparkled mischievously. "I was thinking more like a 'don't make me claw your face off' look."

Allen chuckled, shaking his head. "Keep it in the bag, Fina. We're here to blend in. Not get arrested or cause an international incident."

"I'm not the one who's going to get us in trouble," Fina quipped, then her tail swished again, this time purposefully knocking over a vendor's sign.

The poor vendor—a balding man with a thick mustache—looked up, surprised, but Fina simply gave him a sweet, innocent smile. "Oops. My bad."

Allen bit his lip, trying to suppress a laugh. The sign was already half off its stand, and the poor guy didn't know whether to scold Fina or just pretend nothing happened.

"Careful there, Fina," Allen warned, reaching out to steady the sign before the vendor could do anything. "You're not in a beastkin village anymore. These humans don't take well to pranks."

"Eh, he's fine," Fina said with a shrug, looking over at the vendor with a wink. "He probably thinks I'm cute. It's a cat thing."

The vendor muttered something unintelligible but just waved his hand, clearly giving up. They continued their walk.

They passed all kinds of stands, from food vendors selling strange meats and fried dough to street performers showing off fire tricks. Fina's nose twitched as the scent of sizzling meats hit the air. "Ugh, why does everything smell so good here? We should get some food."

Allen raised an eyebrow. "You've already eaten your weight in animal jerky and herbs. Are you sure you're hungry?"

Fina made a dramatic show of sniffing the air again. "That was weeks ago. Besides, this town doesn't know how to cook right. They don't even season their meat properly."

Allen laughed, but Fina was already eyeing a stall selling skewered meats. "One quick snack, then we'll head back to the village."

"Fine," Allen said, giving in. "But I'm getting a massive pretzel."

The two of them continued through the maze of market stalls, the human town alive with activity. Fina was definitely the more active one, stopping at every shop to peer inside or comment on the goods. Allen, meanwhile, was a little more reserved, trying to take in the atmosphere while keeping an eye out for anything that could turn problematic.

"So," Fina started, her voice going from playful to serious in a heartbeat, "what's the plan now? You know the village is safe enough, but... are you still planning on sticking around? Or should I be preparing for some big, dramatic departure?"

Allen paused, catching her gaze. He was a little surprised at the question. He hadn't expected Fina to be so direct about it, but the way she was looking at him told him she wasn't asking because she was nosy—she was asking because she genuinely wanted to know.

"Honestly?" he replied, running a hand through his hair. "I'm here for the long haul. I mean, you've seen the way humans treat us. I'm not about to just walk away from that mess."

Fina grinned, her ears perking up. "Good. Because I've grown used to you being here to shut people up when they look at me funny."

"Right," Allen smirked, "glad I could be of service."

They grabbed their snacks—a stuffed meat skewer for Fina and a giant pretzel for Allen—before continuing their walk. Fina eyed the meat like it was the most sacred thing in the world.

"You humans sure know how to make meat taste good," she muttered, taking a huge bite of her skewer. "I think I might get used to this."

Allen looked over at her, watching her devour the food with surprising grace for someone with such a large appetite. "You know, I think I might just stick around in this town a little longer. There's something... interesting about it. I think I can handle more than a few idiots giving me weird looks."

"Really?" Fina asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is it the food? Or my stunning charm?"

"Both," Allen replied with a grin. "But mostly your charm. You're kind of like a magnet for chaos."

Fina chuckled, flicking her tail in a dramatic fashion. "Well, who else is gonna keep you entertained? Besides, you're the one who's always stepping into trouble. I'm just here for the ride."

Allen glanced around again, his mind still whirring. There was something about this place—the humans, the culture, the weird mix of life and commerce—that made him feel like maybe he wasn't just some random stranger. Maybe, just maybe, he could fit in. And if nothing else, Fina made sure he was never bored.

"Alright," Allen said, turning to Fina as they walked. "Let's finish our snacks, head back to the village, and figure out what's next. I'm curious what kind of chaos we can stir up back home."

Fina grinned, showing off her sharp cat teeth. "Oh, I've got ideas."

As they walked back toward the outskirts of the town, Allen couldn't help but smile. For all the weirdness, all the chaos, and all the mess, there was one thing he knew for sure.

With Fina by his side, it was going to be one hell of a ride.

As Allen and Fina made their way through the market, his eyes were casually scanning the crowd, half-listening to Fina's teasing remarks. That was, until he saw her.

The woman standing at a nearby stall had long, golden hair that cascaded over her shoulders, the soft strands catching the sunlight. She was dressed in a simple, but elegant dress that accentuated her curves, and her graceful posture radiated confidence. But what really caught Allen's attention were her ample breasts, barely contained in the low-cut dress. They swayed slightly as she adjusted her stance, and Allen found himself fixated on them.

Fina, noticing the direction of his gaze, raised an eyebrow. "Eyes up, Allen," she teased, flicking her tail and nudging him with her elbow. "You look like you've never seen a pair of tits before."

Allen snapped out of his trance, his face flushing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... when they're that perfect, it's hard not to stare."

Fina smirked, her tail flicking with mischief. "She's got a good set, alright. But before you start making your move, look at her left hand."

Allen's gaze followed Fina's pointed finger, landing on the woman's little finger. There, gleaming in the light, was a small but unmistakable silver ring.

"That ring..." Fina said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You see that? She's married."

Allen chuckled, leaning in a little closer. "Married, huh? Well, that's even better."

Fina's eyes widened in surprise, and a devilish grin spread across her face. "You're planning something, aren't you?"

"I might just be," Allen replied with a smirk, his eyes still locked on the woman. "Besides, it's not like that ring means anything to me."

Fina shook her head but couldn't suppress the wicked gleam in her eyes. "I love this about you, Allen. You don't waste any time."

With a purposeful step forward, Allen made his way toward the stall where the woman was browsing, Fina trailing behind him with her usual carefree swagger. She was, of course, enjoying every second of this—watching Allen go after the woman with that mischievous gleam in his eye.

As he reached the woman, Allen gave her a charming smile. "Hey there," he said smoothly. "I couldn't help but notice you. You've got the kind of beauty that just stands out in a crowd."

The woman blinked at him, her expression turning from polite to cold in an instant. "Excuse me?" she asked, her voice laced with clear disgust as her gaze flicked from Allen to Fina standing beside him. "What do you think you're doing?"

Allen, ever the confident one, didn't falter. "I'm just giving a compliment," he said, unfazed by her frosty demeanor. "No harm in that, right?"

The woman looked over at Fina with distaste, her eyes narrowing. "I don't appreciate being hit on by someone with... that next to them."

Fina's ears twitched, and she immediately sensed where this was going. Her expression shifted from playful to dangerously calm as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you just call me that?" she asked, her voice so cold it sent a shiver through the air.

The woman was clearly uncomfortable now, shifting her weight and taking a small step back. "It's just... well, you're... different," she stammered, her eyes flicking to Fina's skimpy feather skirt, which left nothing to the imagination.

Allen couldn't help but chuckle, his amusement growing. "You know," he said, stepping a little closer, "if you're not into the whole... beastkin thing, you could at least be polite about it."

The woman's face flushed a little with embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure, throwing a glance at her ring. "I'm married, and I don't have to be polite to someone like you."

Allen grinned, not backing down in the slightest. "Oh, I think you'll find that a ring doesn't stop everything. Some things can't be ignored, no matter how much you try."

Fina's tail flicked again, her grin growing wider. "Well, looks like she's a bit of a prude," she said to Allen in a low voice, just loud enough for the woman to hear. "That's okay, though. You're the one with the charm, not her. She's just mad because she knows she's not getting any of this."

Fina's voice carried with a boldness that made the woman visibly bristle, but Allen just leaned in, his smile turning even more seductive. "Don't worry. You'll see how much better I am than that little band on your finger."

The woman's eyes flashed, but she turned sharply, dismissing him completely as she stormed away. "You're disgusting," she muttered under her breath as she walked off.

Allen watched her go, unfazed, and then turned to Fina, who was giving him an approving look.

"Damn, Allen. You really know how to make a scene," she said with a mischievous grin. "I thought she was about to slap you. But you definitely got her attention."

"Just the way I like it," Allen said, brushing himself off nonchalantly. "Besides, I think I've got some ideas for later."

Fina raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "I like the way you think."

The game had begun, and Allen was more than ready to play. The beautiful woman might have walked away for now, but Allen was already plotting how to break through that cold exterior. It was all part of the fun, after all—nothing like a little forbidden temptation.